Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads thisI think that I've lived too longWith all of my promise unfulfilledBut there is a veil drawn over all of that

I know you'll probably say, &quot;Spare us the melodrama&quot;&quot;I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver&quot;I'm out of luckI'm not that strongMy hands, your neckI might have wrung

Don't try to find meI'm not worth anything anymoreI am not leaving you with all of your problemsThe biggest one is me

Life is darkCold as the seaEmbrace me in my anguishPut seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry becauseI've goneI can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go onI must close now